Warhammer: Filial Piety Makes Power

Chapter 91 Sexy Catgirl Sold Across the Galaxy
"Sir, is this force sufficient?"

"Very well, I will bestow upon you the honor of trampling on my sacred back. Come on, I can withstand it!"

The Spirit Clan technician, who had been granted permission, was overjoyed and ran happily on her deity's back. Even with a layer of slippery essential oil applied to her, her steps remained perfectly steady, and she even started to dance ballet.

Watching the Eldar technicians dancing gracefully on Mordred's back, Brian, with a fawning expression, waved his hand, and two more Eldar with pointed ears entered the room and helped up the very cooperative Koz.

The way he strolled around so leisurely clearly showed that Koz was a regular. He even chatted with the Eldar girl for a bit, using the old Eldar accent of Ida.

"Koz, now I know why you're not doing well in school. If you had just focused on listening to the Great Sage's lectures, you wouldn't have failed ten out of nine subjects. When did you find out about this place?"

Koz, lying on the bed, grinned foolishly, trying to get away with being cute, but Mordred smacked him on the head and held up two fingers.

"The second month? You little rascal, you've been having fun behind my back for four months! You're such a bastard!"

“Father, it wasn’t actually two months. I brought Prince Coz here the day after we found him.”

Brian, also enjoying a massage from an Eldar masseur, wore a proud expression, as if it were something to be proud of. He was completely oblivious to the increasingly dark complexion of his Primarch.

"And it wasn't just me. Tom, Gawain, Joseph, even the Seventh Company Commander Levier brought Coz here. Even the Great Sage Krag would come over from time to time to relax."

"And Father, you don't know, don't let her serious appearance fool you, she's more promiscuous than any of us. We just give massages, but she's involved with lesbians! I saw her come out with Kiaven with my own eyes."

"Oh? There's actually a master here? How come I didn't know? Tell me more!"

Hearing that there was some juicy gossip to be had, Mordred decided to let Brian off the hook for now; gossip was the most important thing.

Although Brian was the leader of the Black Knights who held a great deal of secrets, he hadn't learned the same sense of secrecy as the Dark Angels. He was actually a potential chatterbox, and once he started talking, he wouldn't stop.

From the chance encounter between the runaway elf and the cold-blooded exiled motorist, to their mutual appreciation and search for psychological comfort, and finally their shared plight leading to a secret affection, he talked for a whole hour, as if he had witnessed it all himself.

Sensing that this unfilial son probably had more dirt on him, Mordred quietly enhanced her charm aura, then took out a few bottles of Fenris Wolf Wine and poured them down his throat.

Sure enough, as Brian drank the beverage that could intoxicate even the Primarch, he completely lost his tongue.

The mushroom leak was done by the Great Sage; Tom and Gawain conspired to smuggle Enchanted Mushrooms, turning them into cigarettes and shipping them to other legions.

As for the others, almost everyone can come up with something new.

What's even more outrageous is that this group of idiots even approached the Great Sage and stole Mordred's Steel Mech.

One side provided manpower and labor, while the other provided technical support. They shaped unwanted, low-quality metal into skeletons and used the Jinba mushroom to cultivate living tissue, creating a large number of sex dolls called Elysium Angels.

In just two years, their products have been exported overseas, and they even have sales outlets in Holy Terra.

To meet market demands, Atlas, who had the expertise, even went out to investigate and gained inspiration by beating up Slaanesh, creating a large number of unique models.

Son of the Emperor sells sexy and beautiful phoenixes, Fist of the Empire sells cool and aloof Dornees, and almost all Primarchs have templates, but the best-selling one is the Imperial Catgirl!
"Second brother, I want to learn this, I want to make a lot of money!"

"Shut up! You don't learn anything good, but you want to learn this. That's a weapon of war that I developed, not some sex toy catgirl."

Mordred was getting angrier and angrier, and he was about to explode. These unfilial sons were actually doing smut behind his back, and what was worse, they hadn't even recruited him.

No wonder you all live such a comfortable life, it's all my money!
"Dog Egg, I was wondering why I couldn't teach him anything. Turns out it's all because of you bunch of troublemakers." Looking at the excited Koz, Mordred could already imagine how badly this unfortunate kid would turn out. He hoped he wouldn't end up with a good-for-nothing who just loafs around and waits to die.

Mordred grabbed the drunk Brian, not wanting to let this tainted witness escape, so she pulled out her data panel and called the Great Sage, telling her to come see her.

Unexpectedly, the call went through, but the ringing came from next door.

"..."

"Second brother, there's a noise coming from next door!"

People laugh when they're extremely speechless. Mordred waved for the technicians to leave the room.

The moment the room closed, the giant punched the wall and witnessed an unbelievable scene.

"Krag, and Kiaran, what are you two doing?"

Seeing the disheveled Great Sage of the Eldar with pointed ears wielding his mechanical tentacles and whipping him back and forth, Mordred quickly covered Koz's eyes.

"Your Highness, when did you arrive? Actually, I was learning a foreign language, that's right, I was learning a foreign language."

"Waaah, waaah."

With a pink gag in his mouth, Kiaran flailed around like a salted fish that had been drying in the sun for a long time. With his pathetic appearance, struggling to even speak, how could he possibly learn a foreign language? What a load of crap!
"Koz, go back and get Rambo done the test. Also, tell that dead dog to bring the Terrorist Mobile Squad to see me. What follows might be a little inappropriate for children."

"But I still want to learn this..."

boom!
A loud bang rang out, and Mordred, who could no longer bear it, stopped pretending to be a good teacher and friend and kicked Coz with a flying kick.

Staring at the gaping, human-shaped hole that pierced through countless decks, Brian, who had been terrified, instantly snapped back to reality and remembered what he had said earlier:
"Maru spicy!"

Half a second later, another large human-shaped hole appeared in the wall, making it the perfect size to match Coz's.

"凸(艹皿艹) It seems I've been giving you too many smiles, my great sage. Are you going to fly by yourself or should I help you?"

After a brief moment of thought, the Great Sage still couldn't make up his mind, but fortunately Mordred was understanding and simply flew her away.

Looking at Kiaran, who was now the only one left hanging from the ceiling, none of the dog-men terrorist squad members who had arrived dared to speak, except for Rambo, who went over to him.

"Rambo, I'm giving you one day to arrest everyone involved. I'm going to hang them all up and whip them."

"By the way, send a message to Holy Terra and order those surviving Terran councilors to issue an order to send the Eighth Legion over here. Tell them that their Primarch has been found, and also have those useless bastards bring a bunch of refugees with them."

Remember to stay alive!

"But boss, what if they don't listen?"

Mordred slapped Kiarlan on the butt, and amidst the Eldar girl's whimpering sounds, he said:

"I am the Imperial War Commander, and my rules are the rules. If they disobey, they can have a good meal while I go back and send them off to serve their country!"

(End of this chapter)